"Maktum, how long would it take to strangle this one?" asked the Emir.Maktum moved forwards slowly, eyeing up the other Security guard."Perhaps five m...nutes, Master, if I did not hurry."The Emir turned back to the unfortunate embassy official, "Your choice."The man fell to the floor in obeisance, ~As the Master wishes.~" Good," said the Emir cheering up, "And if it is done in the next twenty-four hours you can keep your job as well as your life."Twenty-two hours later the aircraft of the Air. Luckily,for me,he didn`t seem to have any idea.My cock was starting to leak a lot of pre-cum by now and my wife was taking full advantage of it, working it all over and around the head of my cock. When I finally looked down at what she was doing,my cock was all shiny and glistening with my runny juices. She was milking me like an expert(I have know idea how I kept a straight face) and I honestly thought I was going to spray my load! But she knew how close I was getting and calmly just pinched. "ah, s-sorry, Mum. I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, adjusting my shorts. I felt like throwing up with fear and I could feel the heat on my cheeks as I stood there, fumbling with my clothes. I was so embarrassed, ashamed, terrified, and thrilled, all at once."You wanted to see me naked, is that it?" The question startled me. She didn't seem mad at all. In fact, she was still smiling.I nodded. "Um, I'm sorry, Mum,” I said again. "Please don't be mad, I just wanted to see you... you know?" I know," she. The keynote speaker was Abel Langston himself, who thankfully gave to those who'd be light-years away in the coming election an abbreviated version of his remarks (they'd later be "revised and extended" for media distribution). Other SES officials, of insufficient status to warrant the same public attention, regrettably felt it necessary to shore up their bureaucratic credentials with full-blown speeches that mostly bored the pants off even the colleagues they were seeking to impress, much less.